After the Play

Lift the curtains high my bosom friend For beyond the darkness there is a place where dreams began , and life was born to the dead . As merry actors dazzled and throbbed, to walk off the stage one day many a thespians played their parts where nothing but ghosts remain, of an empty stage an empty world which gazed straight to the empty lives beyond; where storytellers looked at an empty mirror Where silence soared from the world of dead , A goddess stood intransient in the center with tearful eyes for with two bars of iron she could not keep the curtains up and she watched with pain as the curtains dropped dead to the face of the earth nothing but a word unsaid. She stared at heaven’s gate, with a shattered heart . She looked up but didn’t see the eyes of her god staring back…24/3/14